Four Seasons

by Miriam Hurdle

Living in this part of town,

Didn’t realize autumn is here.

Outside the window I’ve seen

Maple tree is still green.

Makes me remember the time

I lived elsewhere when

Trees, mountains,

Streets, gardens,

Parks, beaches,

Display different season.

Once in a while,

I visit the place I used to live –

Portland, Oregon where

Spring flowers along the fence,

Cherry blossom in Japanese Garden.

Summer spectacular in Rose Garden,

Casual playing in the park.

Autumn orange and red trees on the street

Pumpkins in a raised flower bed.

Winter skiing on Mount Adams,

Hibernating trees all around town.

The four seasons.

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– Photos by Miriam Hurdle and Mercy Rossi

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